blasto, meet official opinions on self-replicating minions

[peterxy]

The PRT catches wind of a strange increase in disappeared domestic animals in the downtown area. Given that the people who live there are the rich and powerful, this is clearly a problem that needs to be investigated and solved immediately. The PRT, of course, agrees that this is of utmost importance, and not just because of precedent about mass abductions of pets, of course not, why would you think that, they are so very worried about Fido, even Scion recognizes the merits of rescuing lost pets.

(Lorica's asked to maybe keep a few more eyes there than she has been.)

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[thinkering]

"Squint at me and find out."

[mrglam]

So he does!

[thinkering]

She doesn't disappear.

She takes her helmet off. "How'd you guess? I thought the bot was pitch-perfect."

[mrglam]

"It really wasn't. I was fairly sure it wasn't you the first time it said 'we'd have to test that,' and I was also fairly sure you were you when you asked me about ducking with my independent variable."

[thinkering]

Snort. "Do I not say we'd have to test things? I am pro testing things!"

[mrglam]

"Yes, but that's... in some sort of undefinable way, not really the kind of thing you'd have said at the time. I'm not sure I can tell what you would have said, and I may be completely mistaken about what's really going on in my brain, but I think it wouldn't have been that."

[thinkering]

"Huh. I didn't conduct a parallel conversation where I said what I would have said so I guess we'll never know for sure. But you did guess right."

[mrglam]

"Yup! Do I get a prize?"

[thinkering]

"Gosh, what could you possibly want."

[mrglam]

"Hmm, I have a good enough model of you to tell you apart from the bot. Do you have a good enough model of me to guess?"

[thinkering]

"Is your model good enough to detect sarcasm?"

[mrglam]

"Yes, I was playing along."

[thinkering]

She snorts and starts shucking armor.

[mrglam]

"Oh look, you do know what I'd meant."

[thinkering]

"We're going to compare fingerprints, right? I can't do that in armor."

[mrglam]

...he sporfles.

[thinkering]

"I'm clockwise swirls!" She shoves her hand in his face to demonstrate and push him over onto his bed.

[mrglam]

He's pushed over! "You know, it never occurred me to look?" he says.

[thinkering]

So she has a look at his hands. A look, a nibble, they're so similar.

[mrglam]

Ah, yes, so similar.

"You have a funny way of comparing," he comments lightly.

[thinkering]

"Maybe my fingerprints are vanilla and yours are chocolate, how am I supposed to know if I don't check?" Nibble.

[mrglam]

"You're right, silly me, we should determine this with science!"

[thinkering]

Science ensues.

[mrglam]

This is the kind of experiment he can get behind.

[thinkering]

Mmm, prepositions.